From what I remember
it started just
past your house
after I walked you home
I was shedding cheese
and feathers as I span
so fast trying
to impress your friends
you hadn't met/then
under day-lit canvas
in joined tents those
friends debate us bluntly,
mine laugh small
encouraging
|I hope they will be bored
when I leave
there will be stories|
you tussle my mane dark
red your boyfriend just
stares/
I was coming back in curiosity
of what I had left
but stepped out on the sand
and forgot/
we chose our trucks, green
named one passenger
recorded his dialogue
turned back and saw me talking
to my fingers/it was film-set sun
high tan I stumbled
at the sea dodging tides
of popular culture until Tyson
hooked me in path
of a speeding Honda
then it was calm for a while/
I smashed up a gift shop
with an old friend still
in his school jumper snapping
pencils as they kicked us
out so I started punching
a pig tied to a post
hearing "open your eyes dickhead"
saw a sign for the pie shop and
my inked knuckles
I was hungry but
the butcher had seen
the whole thing/
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